On the Prowl (Joza Perl)

[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan led them through the concrete jungle, renting a speeder to get to his penthouse. "Hop on in, Joza. As you've experienced, I don't bite." Dekann flapped to Khalan's lap, making himself comfortable.

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[Joza Perl]

"I know, and it's a pity that you don't." She laughed softly, giving him time to get adjusted on the speeder before climbing on herself. The young Zeltron would wrap her arms around his torso, blinking as it suddenly registered just how much larger he was than her. While she was not short for a woman of her species, he was...pretty tall.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan adjusted himself before putting on his helmet and pulling the throttle, the speeder bike taking off into the city above.

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[Joza Perl]

As they lifted off, Joza squeezed her arms around Khalan's waist in order to stay mounted on the speeder. Though pulled back, the sheer force of the wind loosened a few tendrils of red hair and caused them to whip around her face. Looking down at the city below, the Zeltron was a bit taken with how different it looked when passing above.

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Khalan grunted a bit, cringing in pain. "Oof! Might want to move your arms down a bit..." He decelerated a bit, easing the force of the wind on them.

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[Joza Perl]

"O-oh. Sorry." Joza's face flushed as she didn't realize how hard she was squeezing the man, easing up in her grip so that it was looser and away from his wound.. "Didn't realize that I was squeezing the life out of you, heh." The Jedi would blush briefly, a little embarrassed.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan chuckled, slowing down as they neared one of the many skyscrapers. "It happens. Oh look, we're here~"

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[Joza Perl]

Joza’s eyes moved along the towering buildings, wondering which one could be his. When they drifted towards one in particular, she eyed it carefully. Though she’d had a history of getting in to trouble, she suddenly hoped that she hadn’t misjudged Khalan. “Ah, that was quick.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

As he parked the bike at the platform to his safehouse, he received a call on his holocomm. He opened it up to find a familiar looking Mandalorian. "D-Dorian?" The hologram held a rifle, appearing to be aiming down at something. "Smile for the camera, Khalan."

A loud crack filled the air as a gasp escaped from Khalan's lips. A stray blaster bolt hit his chestplate, bouncing off in another direction. The shot knocked him back, dropping him to the ground.

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[Joza Perl]

With the wariness creeping into her mind, Joza was quick to grab her saber again and ignite the blue blade at the sound of blaster fire. As always, she was a little too eager to bring out the weapon. “Khalan!” She moved over toward him, eyes widening. She hadn’t been fast enough to process the shot, though it didn’t look like he was wounded she was still startled. “What the hell?!” She growled, eyeing the hologram before her eyes darted around, hoping that there weren’t more of them. “Friend of yours?” She glanced over at Khalan, looking irritated.

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Khalan was wide eyed and breathing heavy. "I... I thought I killed that karking son of a bith! He... is Dorian Callistan... the man that killed... my mother. But that's another story for another ti- AGH! KARKING HELL!" He writhed, blood seeping through his bodyglove. His wound had opened up."

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Joza froze at seeing the Mandalorian look so shocked, and she turned fully towards him, letting her saber hand at her side. “He what?” She didn’t know that his mother was dead, but then again they hadn’t known eachother for very long and that typically asn’t the sort of thing you brought up unless it happened to be brought up in conversation. And having your mother’s killer shoot at you when you thought he was dead was definitely a reason to.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” She said softly, deactivating the weapon and kneeling down to help him up, taking his arm and placing it around her shoulders. “Easy, now. You’re going to be fine…” Though she knew he wasn’t as worried about his wound as he was after seeing what one could quite literally think was a ghost.

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"I know I'm fine... I've gone through worse." The bleeding slowed down, Khalan standing up on his own. "I have a bacta tank here... ngh.. just throw me in and I'll be fine in a few hours."

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[Joza Perl]

“Are you sure?” She asked, brows furrowed. There was concern laced in her voice. “I could…try and heal you. I know a little bit about healing. It’s the least I can do for you.” She didn’t want to pry into his personal business as they moved inside of the building, not wanting to force him to think about the upsetting situation.

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"Well... alright. Give it a shot, but if it doesn't work, dump me into the bacta tank..." He shimmied to the large couch, gently lying on it. "Go ahead... mngh."

Dekann flew through the open window, landing on the top of the couch, looking almost worried for his master.

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"Alright..." She stared down at him tentative, removing what remained of his armor and bodyglove in order to get to his bare skin. He was rather well muscled, and Joza couldn't help but sneak looks at his toned body, being the Zeltron that she was. It would be easier for her the less barriers there were. After wiping some of the blood away with a cloth, she gingerly placed a hand over his wound and concentrated. Gradually, the bleeding began to slow a bit but the wound would not mend. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she gave him a sympathetic look. "Sorry, guess I'm not very good at this. Into the bacta tank you go."

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Go to the hallway... and it's the third room to your left." He'd grunt, the pain coming back to him as the adrenaline wears off.

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"Alright..." Joza helped him into the bacta tank, biting at her lower lip in concentration. He'd likely suffered worse physical injuries before, but it was obvious that seeing the man who committed such a crime against him alive left a deep mental scar. Well, obvious to her and her natural empathetic abilities, at least. Feeling emotions of those around her came second nature, her abilities only becoming enhanced thanks to her Force training. She offered him a small, encouraging smile, holding back any comments of a less appropriate nature for now.

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Khalan sealed the tank, putting on the rebreather and required wires on his body. "Ngh... the lever over there... fills up the tank." He pointed to a lever on the wall next to a large table, meant for laying a patient down.

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Nodding, Joza moved to push the lever, grunting a bit as she found it a little heavy. As the tank started to fill with the gel-like substance, she watched for a few moments before hoisting herself up on the table to sit, wondering in the back of her mind why he needed it. It had been a while since she'd been in one of those tanks herself, thankfully. Even though Knights generally took on more dangerous tasks, she'd never been injured more than when she was a Padawan. As the tank fills, she keeps an eye on his torso wound.

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